She may be the beauty or the beast. May be the famine or the feast. May turn each day into a heaven or a hell. She may be the mirror of my dream, a smile reflected in a stream. She may not be what she may seem inside her shell.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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429 | 2020-12-13 22:53:57 | 76.38 | 98% |
140 | 2020-11-27 08:41:58 | 70.67 | 96% |